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One is wary about meeting the eyes of a free person. - (Quarry of Gor, Chapter 11, Sentence #156)

I now passed a small pottery shop. I also passed two stalls, in one of which a fellow was exhibiting drawings, paintings, carvings, and small pieces of metal artwork, while in the other a man was offering kaissa sets, cards, and dice for sale, displayed on a table, while, behind him, arranged on hooks and shelves, oddly enough, were flutes, tabors, and kalikas. I would tend to move well to the side, my head lowered, if passing a free woman, while, if passing a free male, I would tend to keep my eyes straight ahead. One is wary about meeting the eyes of a free person. One is a slave. Sometimes it struck me, given my former life, how strange it was to be a slave, to be now owned, as any other domestic beast is owned, to have a master. And yet I knew I had always longed for it, to be a man's animal, his possession, his vulnerable, helpless slave. - (Quarry of Gor)